Good Day

Good day doesn’t have to be a Friday

Doesn’t need to be your birthday

The next one then you won’t survive

Sing along hold my life

A good day is any day that you’re alive

Yes a good day is any day that you’re alive

Asked me mmmmm, you had to ask me

In the dreams you tell me

Tell them only you were tired

Sing along hold my life

A good day is any day that you’re alive

Yeah, a good day is any day that you’re alive

A bad day comes every once in a awhile your body says

Fourteen hundred shooting stars and (every time?)

A bad day comes every once in your body life

Goodbye

Hold my life one last time

A good day is any day that you’re alive

Yes a good day is any day that you’re alive

Yes a good day is any day that you’re alive

These are the days

Paul Westerberg, Good Day Lyrics

 

Any day I am alive is a good day, even the days when my head is splitting and my body is all but broken. Even the days when I can barely see our dreams any longer. Even the days when the bed is my only solace. Even these are good days. These past few weeks, with all their pain, these too have been good.

I wonder also whether our plans will work out, when Ken now has a torn tendon in his right shoulder. He cannot do all that needs to be done any more than I can. Will he need surgery? Will this cause him endless pain? Will he be able to drive the Raven? Will we be able to leave in May?

Keep the faith.

Keep the hope.

Believe in miracles.

Stay alive.